Okay, I haven’t had so much fun writing erotica in a long time. This just put me in a good mood the whole time. I was hoping to have this done by Christmas, but all the usual holiday obstacles got in the way. This piece of erotic writing is actually a commission, and so some of the details reflect the requests of the party who commissioned the story. They didn’t ask for anything as elaborate as this, but once I got started I couldn’t help myself. Be sure and choose a package, via the poll at the end of triptych. Hope you enjoy reading as much as I the writing.

Dear Madame,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! I am pleased to inform you that a one-time gift membership has been purchased on your behalf. The purchaser wishes to remain anonymous. We have been informed that you are a mind-body therapist and so might especially appreciate the services we offer. You may even decide to incorporate some of our expertise into your own practice. We are, ourselves of course, mind-body experts ‒ our mind, your body. [Cough.] Being new to town, your benefactor thought this might be a way to introduce you to one of the many benefits locally available.

We offer several packages for your choosing. Pleased rest assured that there are no orgasm restrictions – yours – or ours. Though we offer a satisfaction guarantee, we cannot promise to return you in the same condition that we acquire you. Side effects may include, but are not limited to drooling, smeared thighs, sensitive nipples, toe cramps. a temporary inability to focus, rope burn, deep insemination and even, if you choose the platinum package, a thorough and spine-curling impregnation. Your packages begins with a choice of themes. Our themes are classified as beginner, intermediate and expert (or 1 thru 8 tentacles – 8 tentacles being shameless).

The Greenhouse

3 Tentacles

50 Shades of Green ®

You’re new in town. You’ve met the man of your life. You’re both deeply in love. He spares no expense. Be prepared for fine dining. This is a black tie establishment and you are encouraged to wear your most suggestive wardrobe and your 6 inch red heels. You will feted with your choice of French or the finest California table wines followed by deserts presented by the chef himself, including French Cotillon, Black Forest Cupcakes or a Chocolate Pudding (the elegant Christmas dessert favored by the British – a concoction laced with spice and topped with fruit cooked in a wine sauce).

You will be fattened up―a juicy delight for the creamy filling that awaits you

The man who notices you on the dance floor, with a green thumb and hips like silk, is an evil genius; and it’s not your mind that attracts him. Go with him to his garden and greenhouse. What’s not to love in a man who gardens?

―Stand there, he says.

Just before the greenhouse door, he draws a blindfold round your belly, then slowly lifts it, tugging it over your breasts and hardening nipples, drawing it over your throat and letting it tighten for just a second, then over your chin and nose and finally covering your eyes. He pinches your nipples. He can’t help himself. He presses his cock against your ass, encouraging you to arch and lift your pussy behind you.

―That’s my girl, he says.

But he has a surprise. He takes your hand. Listen for the creak of the greenhouse door and smell the humid, soiled air. He’s excited. He stops, drives his knee between yours and tugs your dress down. Your breast is in his mouth, nipple at the back of his throat.

―Take off my mask, you say. Let me see you.

―No, not yet.

He leads you a little further, breasts hanging over the hem of your dress, the bottom rucked above your hips.

―Here! he says.

He swings you round. He kicks your legs apart. His lifts your wrists above you; and then, yes, go ahead, scream! There are too many fingers!

―Now, says your evil genius, I will show you everything.

His voice changes. He’s in front of you now. He removes your blindfold. Yes, now you see it all, the strange and twining plants – not plants – or half plants, half vine – not vines – but half vine and half tentacle – animal, plant, greens, purples, reds and yellows. What can you do? The tentacle vines hold your ankles apart and hold your wrists above you.

Beneath you. between your ankles, coiling under your defenseless pussy – is a beautiful cup-shaped flower with a red tongue in its middle. Your lover, the evil scientist, can barely contain his excitement (or his twisted arousal).

―I have dreamed of this, he says. I will begin by whipping you, my love. I will be rough, but I know I have chosen wisely. My little tentacle-vine ―

He tears aside your panties.

―awaits your arousal, the moisture of your womb, just some drops, will awaken the flower. The calex will close around your pudenda and the delicate stamen and ever so delicately inseminate you, my dear.

Already, a tentacle vine that has climbed your calf and thigh, tightens like a noose, with a shibari-like artfulness, round your clit. Another feeler, climbing the other leg, slips just a wet tip into your anus and pushes, tickling, and pushes, tickling deeper. Two more twisting down your arms tighten round your nipples, stretching and tugging them. Already your eyes begin to roll. Hips protest and he begins to whip you – hard, rough, stinging blows that make you inhale, twist, coil and moan until, finally, your arousal drops into the flower patiently cupped under your pussy. Then the flower begins to stir, begins to rise on its stalk, its red tongue twisting and awakened, looking, searching for the source of the nectar. And it will rise with each drop until the tender petals close over the petals between your thighs, and the red tongue enters, searches and slides upward, upward and inside, searching until your squirts feed the thirsty flower again and again – not one drop escaping its delicate lips.

You’re an educated, professional, and accomplished feminist by day, but at night your cunt needs to be dominated. Your secret is ours, or is it a weakness? We won’t tell and we don’t judge. We can’t help nature’s design. We at Tentacle: Master Masseuse & Shibari, pride ourselves in our discretion. Do you suck? Do you obey? Do you lift your cunt when told? You will leave our establishment safe in the knowledge that only you and we know that beneath your professional attire is a cunt that was filled from behind. Only you and we know of the reminder, the taste on your lips and the hot spray that hooked your spine. We understand that feminism means the freedom to be who you are without shame* or regret. Our discretion is our promise.

You will be blindfolded. Your wrists will be fastened to the corners above you and your ankles will be fastened to the bottom corners. Your massage will begin while you lie on your back. The tentacle’s strong tendrils will begin by squeezing and kneading your palms and the arch of your feet – one each for each hand and foot. A fifth tentacle will knead your forehead, a sixth and seventh will knead and suction your nipples. The eighth will press delicately, slowly, into and inside you, gradually stretching, opening and massaging you from within.

Masseusery: The Poniard ™

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This belief-defying variation on Masseusery is said to produce among the most long-lasting, involuntary orgasms of which men and woman are capable. Your massage will be combined with the talents of a master Shibari practitioner who will prepare you for The Poniard™.

It is strongly advised that you do not eat for 24 hours prior to The Poniard™.

The most complete penetration a woman can ever experience, the Poniard™ is a much misunderstood Tentacle skill steeped in fear, legend and mystery. The first report of this technique was recorded by the Ancient Greek historian Xenostarchus in the rare and suppressed history Polydorus of Helicarnassus when it was still a small island near Zephyria.

Polydorus was an avaricious general prone to decadence and corruption, but also famed for his ambitious support of architecture, literature, art and trade. Tradesmen and craftsmen, whose works have sadly been lost or deliberately destroyed, were said to have flocked to Helicarnassus where Polydorus’s tastes encouraged an absolute and uncensored libertinism. For a brief period in history, the island was famed for its erotic art, literature and decadent architecture. The historian Xenostarchus, who claimed to have visited the famed library of Helicarnassus in its waning years (and before its destruction by jealous religious zealots) was rumored to have saved and hidden (yet to be found) manuscripts of unmatched erotic artistry and invention.

Polydorus’s ravenous appetite for the girls of the surrounding settlements was feared and well-known. Those he could not entice he captured and enslaved. Though some settlements tried to resist his incursions, Polydorus’s most feared weapon were the armored Tentacles.

These heavily armored creatures were said to instill such fear that opposing forces froze in terror or abandoned their weapons at the very sight. A witness to one of these events, an elderly man when Xenostarchus interviewed him, told of being a teenaged boy when Plydorus and the Tentacles invaded his seaside village.

There were many beautiful girls in the village, he remembered, until Polydorus came to the village and demanded that they be brought forward, made to kneel, legs parted so that their pussies might be revealed to him, and their breasts. The men of the village, who like men in any village desired the girls for themselves, refused. Polydorus, his soldiers and tentacles laid siege. The villagers were were quickly made to submit and the prettiest of the girls, a willowy brunette with long, ringlets of golden hair was shoved to the middle of the dusty square, surrounded by soldiers and the defeated men of the village. She fell to her knees but didn’t rise or turn when Polydorus approached her, circling slowly, appraisingly, behind her. The brush of hair and the dark slit between her thighs just showed between the rips of her simple, peasant dress. The nipples of her untried breasts were stiff and jutted with breathlessness. The girl’s impregnation did not take long *, and afterward, as a warning to other villagers, two girls were chosen to remain, one of them being the desired lover of the teen-aged boy.

Her wrists were bound behind her back and her ankles also. The teenaged boy tried to stop the soldiers but Polydorus merely ordered that he should be bound, by the wrists at his back, to the nearest tree. Polydorus said to him, if you do not become erect, my boy, then I will set her free.

Upon hearing this, the girl lifted her eyes to peer at the boy. Behind her, a tentacle approached. It lowered one of the two longest tentacles between her thighs. It’s end was round, like the end of a penis or small fist. The girls eyes grew wide as she felt the pressure of it against her pussy, then rolled, her breasts lifted off the earth, back arching, as she was abruptly penetrated. At the sight of her distress, the boy’s cock rose and hardened.

The girl stared at him, her eyes a mix of agony, confusion and thick sensation. Each thrust forced from her a groaning exhalation. There was no withdrawal, but each thrust drove the tentacle’s reach deeper and deeper into her. A trickle of urine was forced out of her that changed into rhythmic spurts as her first orgasm answered the continuing penetration. Again and again and pushed into her. She gasped each time. She squirted each time. And then her mouth opened wide, with shock, with realization, her eyes rolled again, her head rose as if to speak, and the same tentacle that had penetrated her between her thighs, emerged from her mouth. No longer thrusting, it pushed cleanly through her her, covered in the glistening wetness of the girl’s impalement.

The boy, who had never touched his cock, spilled his semen at his feet.

The girl was lifted with another, similarly impaled, and kept that way, for many months, without harm, as a warning to others who might pass by. The only clue that the women lived and were unharmed was the squirting that accompanied their orgasms, their abdomens squeezing the tentacle thrust through them.

The Poniard™.

After Polydorus, the Tentacle receded into rumor, myth and legend. They are a distract-able creature. And though Polydorus’s fierce armor made them exceedingly vain, they were really (as Xenosturchus put it) only in it for the girls. After Polydorus, the Tentacle became more discrete and solitary collector of women.

Now, we offer that most darkly rumored penetration to you. Experience the the complete and absolute penetration of your most hidden feminine desire. Choose between vaginal or anal penetration. Be assured that the tentacle may accomplish either and that the explanation for this erotic feat must remain inexplicable and secret.

Experience complete erotic immobility. If you bring a lover or spouse, your erotic immobility will be his erotic freedom. If you’ve been anally spitted, perhaps he will fill your pussy. If your pussy has been spitted, then he can enjoy your anus as often and as frequently as both of you can withstand the pleasure. Experience orgasms as you never have before. We recommend that you be fully hydrated before the poniard. Squirting orgasms are frequent. Please remember, if your lover or spouse decides to impregnate you in your immobile condition, we cannot be held responsible.

In the annals of history, there are rumors, in each generation, of men being possessed of penises which are so perfectly evolved for the female physique, so perfect in dimension, width, length, structure, beauty and masculine stature, that to be penetrated by such a penis is to experience a perfect and exquisite consummation: Polydorus, Don Juan, Frank Harris, the Marquis de Sade. No woman that is penetrated, having been penetrated and experiencing such masculine perfection within and inside the strength of her belly, will desire anything other than the complete subjugation of her womb to the authority and prerogative of such perfected masculinity. Xenostarchus, relating the incident of the peasant girl, writes:“Polydorus’s penis was said to possess almost magical powers over women once penetrated. The peasant girl knew nothing of this. Her visage was one of defiance and disdain as the smiling tyrant, Polydorus, unbuckled is armer and knelt behind her. She was on her hands and knees, but her knees were so widely spread that was she almost upright and only her fingertips touched the dust. This did not trouble Polydorus. The tyrant knelt behind her, one hand under her left arm, reaching up and enclosing her throat as though he meant to restrain her, the other hand aiming is cock to the center of her thighs, open and inches above the soil. He waited like that, as if to torture her with suspense, and to some who watched it seemed her nipples grew harder and jutted further by the moment, until with one firm, but not overly sluicing thrust, he pierced the virgin’s abdomen, rising upwards into her, to the depth of his balls, then held himself there. Those who witnessed the girl’s expressions, saw dismay at first, eyes wide, fingertips digging into the soil, then confusion, then the shock of pleasure as the fingers that had been around her throat entered her mouth and his thrusting began, and then the rolling of her eyes. The transformation from disdain to feminine submission, to penetration seemed to happen in only a few breaths. Soon, the girl’s orgasm was accompanied by a panting scream. Having been impaled by such perfection, she cried out for consummation, for the filling of her womb. Though she held herself upright, her spine was canted and her opening lifted behind her for Polydorus’s use. She thrust against him as though she’d pierce her very womb with him and so ensure her claim to his effluence. A virgin just a little while before, now she was a shamelessly, rutting female. Such was the effect Polydorus’ penetration had on women. She called him master, begged him never to leave her, and pledged her undying devotion as he inseminated her from behind. [Polydorus: The Historiad p. 232]

The Aquatic Theme

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Under water, nobody can see you squirt.®

We recommend this package only the most shameless, tentacle addict.

Have you ever wanted to be tentacle bait? Does the thought of a full, immersive, all-consuming tentacle experience leave your chair seat wet and sticky? We at Tentacle: Master Masseuse & Shibari Inc.,LLC, TM, Copyright 2014 & Etc., are experts in maximizing your pleasure and fantasies in the complete safety of our erotic stories. Experience the inexperiencable. Suspend your disbelief and subject your imagination what you never thought possible. We are in business to serve you. *

…to tentacle.

Do you and your new lover have a penchant for the ocean?

This package is the ultimate full tentacle-immersion and is only recommended for the daring beginner.

The Aquatic package features exquisite dining, fresh seafood and delicacies offered by a curated Japanese cuisine. Eat calamari, sushi and delicately prepared seaweed before you, yourself, are fed to a discriminating tentacle.

Your very own, twisted Jacques Cousteau will escort you to his personal aquarium.

This is the love you’ve been looking for. Your Cousteau knows the dark desires locked in the chambers of your heart; and better than you. The evening will begin innocently enough as you tour his facility. You will see his extensive collection of living, undersea specimens. He will regal you with rare shells, discovered treasures and artifacts culled from seafaring cultures around the world.

But there is one last exploration.

How can you resist when, in the black-light of his complex, amid scuba-gear, he slowly begins to undress you. Salt roughened fingers graze your nipples, press possessively into your smooth belly as he presses downward, spreading the front of your dress. As he puts on your scuba suit, his finger presses upward between your thighs, into you. As he draws the suit over your breasts, his lips close over a nipple.

A thrill coils at the base of your spine. There is no crotch in the suit and two oval designs leave your nipples vulnerable to air and water. His own suit is crotchless and his cock is erect. Yes, bite your lip. Will your Cousteau take you in the warm, mysterious, dark waters of his prize tank?

No. He has other plans.

The tentacle lives in his prize tank and must consume a woman a week.

Enjoy your innocent pleasure. When he raises your hands as if to fit the scuba suit, he will fasten them to a bar just above you, a wrist at each end.

—What are you doing?

—I fear that you must be bait, says your evil Cousteau.

Next he fastens your ankles to the opposite ends of another bar. Your legs are held apart and the opening crotch of your scuba suit spreads your pussy.

—Bait?

—Yes, my love, you are coming for dinner.

—No! Let me go!

But he won’t. It’s too late. He moves behind you. He tugs your head back by your pretty blond curls.

—That has the most pleasing effect. Do you know?

—No.

—I will explain. When I yank your head back, no? It makes you thrust your tits forward. Now arch your back. No? You shake your head?

Next you hear the click of metal, his footsteps, before he steps in front so that you can see the chrome, anal hook.

—We must bait the hook, no?

Struggle. Twist. Grunt. Snarl, but the cold, smooth round bulb of the hook will effortlessly find the entry to your bowels. Inhale. Stiffen. Groan as the hook opens and enters you, sliding, settling deeply inside you. What can you do? Your are defenseless. He will tie the hook to the pole above you, the same pole that spreads your wrists. He will yank your hair back and braid it into the hook, forcing you to arch, forcing you to thrust your nipples forward – a more tempting bait. He’ll attach thin chains between the piercings of your nipples and clit, and a fishing line to your clit. He’ll turn you, face you away, hold your hips tightly, then, as you helplessly wait, he will slowly pierce your arched belly from behind – sluicing you slowly.

—How does that feel, Cherie?

But before you can answer, he drives upward. Your cry will be interrupted by deeper thrusts. He tugs at your nipples and clit. But, oh, you recognize the involuntary burn that’s beginning at your belly’s tip. One and then another thrust pushes a little spurt from you. A trickle begins down your thighs. You beg. You struggle. There’s nothing you can do. He stops, leaving you teetering, your breaths little high-pitched gasps. Where is he? The whine of the crane startles you. You are being lifted by the pole to which your wrists are attached. The hook is pulled up and into you. You twist and dangle bait. More little spurts dribble down your thighs and drip into the dark pool into which you are being lowered.

—Yes, my dear. The tentacle has poor eyesight, but a keen sense of smell. Your little spurts are like ink in the water. They will call to him. He will know you are ready.

The warm water rises over your ankles, then your calves, knees , and finally the crane stops when the water is just above your nipples. The hook swims in your bowels. Then, to your shook, Monsieur Cousteau tugs on the fishing line attached to your clit ring. Your brows knit. Distress! Your abdomen spasms.

—No, please! I beg you!

The evil Cousteau continues teasing tugs on the fishing line.

—Oh please!

You beg, but your voice is deeper and ragged.

—Come little Tentacle. I have a tasty treat for you! Says the evil Monsieur Cousteau. Oh, is that it? Oh, cherie, yes, squirt your ink into the water. Call to him. Tell him you are ready. Yes, squirt again and again. Convulse like a tasty fish, Cherie, Monsieur tentacle comes to you.

What happens then? Does he whip you and drive you a helpless orgasm? We leave that to your imagination. You are held open. Your pussy is spread by the bar, an invitation. Do you feel the warm water between your legs? Do you feel the stirring of that water beneath you? – a flick of something moving between your thighs? Imagine what it’s like to be opened, helpless, back arched by the hook.

If your Monsieur Cousteau is your lover or husband, what will he see? He will see the first touch in your eyes. He will hear your panting. Fear? Anticipation? He will hear your repeated – No! No! No! – like a panicked chant before he sees you stiffen, eyes roll, and hears the mystery of what is happening between your defenselessly opened thighs — your long moan. Then, little by little, he will see you tugged down. The bar that had been separating your ankles will float to the surface. Before your mouth is drawn under the water, a tentacle will fill it. And then? Nothing. The crane will whine and the pole to which your wrists had been attached will be empty.

You will be consumed by the tentacle. Lose yourself in the dark night and mystery of the tentacles’ warm water. Is the tentacle inside you? Outside you? Does he move in you? Through you? Be constantly stimulated and enclosed by the thousand tongues of the tentacle’s suckers. They will move over your skin, into and out of you – your womb, bowels, and mouth – until the convulsions of your orgasm will be like the thunderous beats of the kettle drum.

When what remains of you floats to the surface in the morning, you will be scooped up, dried with the rose-water towels, soaked in our in blend of fragrant herbs, and soothed with oils. We at Tentacle: Master Masseuse & Shibari Inc., LLC, TM, Copyright 2014 & Etc., recommend at least one night’s sleep and recovery. To be consumed by the tentacle is an organic, orgasmic and altering experience.

Disclaimer: After effects may include the need to spontaneously present on hands and knees; the need to inexplicably mount and ride a cock; the need to suck in inappropriate locations. These after effects may last for several days. We strongly recommend access to a cock or a fully charged Dildo for at least a week to 10 days.

The Interrogation

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The Truth Will Out ®

This package includes a home abduction. Tell us the time and place for you or your lover or spouse — terms & conditions must be agreed by all parties in advance.

At the appointed time, we will break into your house. Try to run if you can.

There will be no escape. The tentacle is a skilled hunter of females — able to unerringly pursue the scent of pussy. Tentacle and his Ninja servants will track you down, but more than this, Tentacle, an unsurpassed Shibari master able to tie multiple knots simultaneously, will immobilize you wherever he finds you, whether that’s in the doorway to the bedroom, the bathroom floor next to the tub and toilet, hiding behind the kitchen bar, in the living room where all your invited acquaintances, lovers, swingers can witness your interrogation.

Whine. Complain. Plead. Bargain. It won’t stop Tentacle as he slowly, methodically, ties and tightens the binding black and crimson bindings knot by knot. Slowly, methodically, professionally, your ankles will be frog tied to your thighs, your six inch red high heels to ass, and your thighs spread. Your pussy will be open, defenseless, and visible to all as Tentacle begins the work of binding your torso and upper arms. Beg. Threaten. Curse. None of it will matter. We encourage your defiance, as it it makes breaking a female all the more pleasurable and entertaining.

We hope that you have invited an audience — your accusers.

Once you have restrained, your right nipple will be tugged until has been prepared for a nipple clamp. If you have a piercing, then a tag will be attached to the piercing, assuring that should you ever attempt to escape, you will be quickly identified.

Our Shibari Tentacle master will have carefully prepared the means by which you will be suspended from the ceiling and displayed to your accusers. First, a lubricated dildo will be affixed to a intricate post that rises waist-height from the floor. This will be placed directly beneath you and the flared tip nestled against the entry to your bowels. Counterbalancing you will be a pot of gold dust that weighs only subtly less than you. The bottom of this pot will be opened such that the gold will trickle out and, little by little, your own weight will impale you on the dildo. *

There will be ample time; the gold slips out slowly. As the broad flange of the dildo gradually, patiently, inescapably opens and fills you, you will be whipped with a black and crimson rope. Though you may choose to resist, the moment your muscles surrender, the moment you abruptly descend until your weight and the remaining gold is once more balanced, will be witnessed by all. Groan if you have to.

Then? Is there something you wish to reveal? Are you a slut? Are you a cum-slave? Are you a cock-hungry cunt? Shout it, scream it, orgasm with your confession.

Afterwards, you will be lifted from impalement and punished.

At your lover’s discretion, or at the discretion of your chosen witnesses, you will be laid on your back, or tied in the Shibari leapfrog position — doggystyle as it’s called in the West — and used in a manner that is appropriate to your confession and desires.

This delicious impalement descends from Arabian legend. It was said that the Sultan Ayabridum, a man of unrivaled vanity, was once engaged in an argument with a visiting merchant who was himself possessed of great wealth and power. The merchant declared that he wished to purchase one of the Sultan’s many beautiful slave girls but they could not agree on a price. The Sultan insisted she was worth her weight in gold. The slave girl was the lovely Liayma. So great was their falling out over the girl, that the girl herself advised them to call upon the Arabian witch ul’Idim for a solution. Ul’Idim instructed them that a woman’s worth in gold might be easily discovered. In return for her advice, however, both men to agreed that they would accept the outcome and would not dispute the price, the selling or the purchasing of the slavegirl. A golden obelisk was produced that was, in truth, a giant dildo half the height of a women and a little more. An engraved golden bowel was held above the ceiling by a silver chain, a pulley, and the slavegirl’s own weight on the other end. The cleft of her opening, revealed between bound and spread thighs, was placed at the very tip of the obelisk. Thereat, the witch pulled a little stopper that let the gold dust contained in the suspended bowl to trickle into another. As the gold trickled out, the slave girl descended and was slowly impaled on the obelisk. All the while, the witch whipped the slavegirl with a rope whip stranded with pearl, but did so with such exceeding skill that she never so much as crimsoned the slave girl’s skin. And for the slavegirl, the licking of the witch’s whip seemed both to arouse her, to cause her to pant and plead, but also to distract her. Lower and lower did the slavegirl descend on the ever wider obelisk, and more and more gold trickled out of the bowl. Both men recognized that the worth of the slavegirl was great indeed. The slavegirl’s cries became throatier, and more hoarse, until, at last, unable to move, her wrists bound firmly together at the small of her back, she cried out and shivered once. Her eyelids grew heavy and sightless as the fluids of her orgasm spurted down the length of the obelisk. The witch plugged the bowl and at once split the gold dust that had trickled out, for it was indeed her gold, paying half to the Sultan and half to the Merchant. Since both had agreed, on pain of their goods and wealth, that they would not dispute the buying or selling of the slavegirl, the slavegirl, by this means, bought and obtained her own freedom with the aid of the witch. In gratitude, the slave girl remained with the witch and became a sorceress herself – quickly exceeding both the Sultan and Merchant in her accomplishments.

Available Options: Humiliation

Are you aroused by the thought of someone seeing what a rigid cock does to you?* Humiliation isn’t just for Interrogation™. Is it shame that pinches your clit? You will be revealed for the slut you are. The Humiliation option is available with any package. Choose who will witness your confession and sexual degradation. Do you prefer strangers? We will make all the arrangements after a thorough interview. Rest assured, you will be perfectly safe and no boundary will be transgressed but for the shameful truth you secretly want revealed

This extra comes with an additional option, a tentacle tattoo to be applied to the base of your spine. A variety of designs are available, some more suggestive than others. Our most elaborate option includes the defilement of a maiden.

Alien Abduction

Probed like you’ve never been probed before. ®

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If you enjoy anal stimulation, then you will love our Alien Abduction™ package.

This is a highly recommended package for couples.

Do you ever wonder who’s watching you while you walk the back-roads by yourself or with your lover? You would never guess. Strange lights an a brilliant tractor beam will lift you both off your feat and into the belly of the Tentacle’s very own extra-solar flying saucer (a delightfully vintage model Tentacle informs us).

You, the female, and your lover, hereinafter referred to as the male or mate, will be made immobile by a tractor beam and will be greeted by Tentacle in all his glory. His formidable arms will be encased in ringed and flexible metal jackets and his majestic handsomeness will be encased in a white metalcene and glass helmet (to reproduce the 1950’s vintage feel of an earlier era in abductions).

Tentacle’s minions, the small, almond eyed humanoids of lore, will assist him as the female’s clothes are telekinetically removed. The female and male will be levitated in the round, white, metalcene abduction chamber of the flying saucer and the inquiry into the nature of the human species will, naturally enough, begin with thorough anal probing.*

Levitation may also include an intricate restraining system of knots and high-tensile rope-work. Please request in advance.

An intricate, spotless and beautifully maintained web of probes, extraction and injection-implements —oral, anal, and vaginal— will appear from the seamless walls. These implements are all attached by hoses, metallic, clear, and white hoses.

The first probe often frightens the female. She will think it’s too large and too long. However, Tentacle and his minions are prepare for her struggle and grunt as the large and gently rounded end is placed against her anus. Tentacle’s minions have had a millennia of practice. The female will stiffen as the large tip gently but firmly penetrates her. She will groan as the subtly curved length deeply spears her abdomen, filling her, forcing her to obediently open her legs and lift her spine. She will pant as a warm, syrupy effusion begins to fill her bowels.

You, the female, may be distracted by her mate’s helpless erection. It will be larger and thicker than she’s seen before. This will naturally arouse an autonomic response in the female’s own reproductive apparatus, expected and aided by the finely blended aphrodisiac injected into her body. She may involuntarily and instinctively begin pumping your hips and lifting your pussy behind her and in the presence of her highly advanced—technologically and intellectually—abductors. Not to worry, such behavior is expected from the primitive male and, especially the female of the species.

For research purposes,. two extraction implements will be attached, by Tentacle, to the female’s nipples. Another hormonal cocktail, inserted orally and directly into the female’s throat via a long and flanged injection-implement, will encourage her sucking reflexes. The thick, white serum which the female swallows will induce lactation.

The female’s mate may observe milk begin to drip from her nipples while she is fully penetrated orally and anally. The female may notice her mate’s cock begin to drip seminal fluid. This autonomic response to the visual cues of the female’s readiness for insemination will allow the abduction to proceed to insemination.

Tentacle will attach two extraction implements that will fully enclose the breasts. Within these implements, the female’s nipples will be sucked into cone-shaped enclosures, distending the nipples firmly into the extraction receptacles. The female may be expected to gasp and stiffen as the receptacle’s near, microscopic needles ensure that the nipples cannot slip out. This momentary shock will be ameliorated by the eye-rolling extraction of milk from her body. The suction mechanism has been carefully developed to produce back-bending pleasure for the female, as well as to maximize her production.

The female may observe that her mate has also been orally penetrated by an injection apparatus. The male of the human species may be expected to more strenuously resist such penetrations than the females who are generally, and as in all species, more submissive and biologically accommodated to penetration.

However, resistance is futile—especially for males. *

Males are encouraged to write post-abduction books about their UFO experience. Anal and oral probing is a small price to pay for million dollar book deals (and movie options). See Whitley Strieber.

A similar syrupy emulsion will be injected orally into the male, insuring a rich and fertile burst of his own seminal fluids. An extraction device will fully encase the male’s penis, designed to reproduce the pumping and suction of a female’s mouth and vagina during male insemination.

The male’s extraction apparatus will be attached to a hose, and this hose will be attached to the female’s vaginal injection device – the largest and longest of the injection devices. This large and carefully curved and flanged (for maximal insertion in the female species) instrument will be slowly and carefully inserted into the last of the human female’s many points of penetration. The Tentacle and his minions have millenia of experience inseminating females. The female will naturally stiffen, arch and further spread her legs, perhaps groan and pant, as her natural, instinctive response to breeding is encouraged and heightened by the emulsion continuously injected anally and orally. When the insemination probe has been fully inserted into her abdomen, the seminal transfer will begin. The female may notice or hear her mate’s release and see the pulsing of his seminal fluids into the transfer device. This pulsing will not be that of the usual male orgasm, but will be a regular and timed pulse of sperm that will continue indefinitely, controlled by the carefully designed serum injected into the male’s mouth and rectum. Communication with the male during this controlled and prolonged orgasm will be impossible – all higher brain functioning may be expected to cease.

In the perfectly temperature controlled environment of Tentacle’s Flying Saucer, the female will be inseminated. She will enjoy watching the sperm slowly delivered from her mate and directly into her womb via the implanted inseminating apparatus. The female may expect an orgasm to accompany the first traces of sperm injected inside her. She may also expect repeated squirting as the inseminate is injected. After insemination has been insured, the female and the mate will be returned to the surface of their planet.

While others may suspect a wild night at the local swinger’s club, where you and your bi-or gay-denial lover (UFO’s specialize in southern, conservative, Christian white males) were fucked silly (and where you were recklessly impregnated) we encourage you to seek the support of other UFO abductees. Though we at Tentacle: Master Masseuse & Shibari Inc., LLC, TM, Copyright 2014 & Etc., will leave no evidence of your abduction, we encourage you to stick to your story.

Available Options: Bred & Impregnated

No fetish is off limits. Why wait for a UFO abduction? Do you need a squirting dildo? Does it only feel right when it ends with a warm gush in your tight abdomen? If you’ve requested the impregnation package, you will end on your hands knees, head down, cunt lifted high. You will be mounted, penetrated, inseminated and bred from behind like the female, milk and womb-bearing gender that you are. This package, for a nominal fee, can be attached to any of our several offerings. Rest assured, Tentacle specializes in the insemination and impregnation of females. His success rate is outstanding.

Home Invasion

What’s dragged in the closet, stays in the closet. ®

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Do you prefer being hunted, non-consensually violated and thoroughly inseminated in the comfort of your own home? We at, Tentacle: Master Masseuse & Shibari Inc., LLC, TM, Copyright 2014 & Etc., are ready to accommodate your every fantasy. Tentacle is the ultimate sexual predator, evolutionarily and perfectly adapted to the ravishing of human females.

Tentacle can be the monster under your bed. His tentacles will slowly writhe upward and beneath the bedsheets. No side of the bed will be safe, but in short measure your feet and ankles will be pulled apart, your mouth, ass and pussy will be violated by the tendril-like ministrations of the Tentacle. The entirety of your bed will be a wet-spot. Prepare to be exhausted and thoroughly used inside and out.

Does your Tentacle live in your closet. Will his dark, shadowy tentacles slip under and around the closet door? Scream. You are in the comfort of your own home. Try to flee. All tentacle needs is one ‘suctiony’ tentacle around your ankle, and he will pull you, drag you, begging, pleading, crying, whining into the black hollow of your closet. There will be no escape for you. He will pull apart your legs as he drags you, and with one, quick, slippery thrust, he will impale your belly. Then what? He may let go of you ankles and pull you, grunting and groaning, by the tentacle in your pussy or ass. Once in the closet, he will hang you by the ankles from the closet pole like prize quarry. His tendrils will twine around your nipples and another will fill your mouth, another your bowels and yet another your cunt. Little by little your little cries for mercy will be changed to grunts and groans as your own arousal, and even urine, drips down your abdomen, breasts and throat. There is no escape for the female quarry of a tentacle. But don’t worry, what happens to you, what is done to you, and what you say and do in the confines of your closet will be our secret. This is what closets are for.

Does your Tentacle live in the bathtub or shower drain? Go ahead, go into the one place where you’re most defenseless, naked, slippery and wet. If you’re in the bath, go ahead and scream when you see the tentacles rising out of the soap suds. It will already be too late. Your bath won’t end until Tentacle’s orgasm, in you, on you, and with yours, froths to the surface of the warm water – your pussy stuffed and pussy-lips rounded by the thick toil of a tentacle arm. If it’s in the shower, don’t be surprised when Tentacles reach through the shower drain. Or maybe you’ll be sitting on the toilet while your lover or husband shaves at the mirror. He won’t know what’s ambushed you, what quietly penetrates both your openings and inseminates you while you sit next to him, trying to hide it all. Does the thought horrify you? We hope so. There will only be the dripping when it’s all done. And don’t worry, upon request Tentacle: Master Masseuse & Shibari Inc., LLC, TM, Copyright 2014 & Etc., will install a sanitary toilet just for the occasion. Let your imagination run wild, worry free.

Do you want Tentacle to pursue you through your living room, bedroom, and kitchen. We’ll provide the six-inch red high heels to trip you up, and we’ll make sure your cell phone mysteriously stops working. Nothing will save you. Tentacle has invaded your house for one reason, and that reason is between your thighs.

The Curative

A Tentacle a day keeps the doctor away. ®

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Do you feel flighty? Restless, moody and indecisively female? Do you need to be grounded and centered by a good thick penetration? Dr. Tentacle offers home visits and, how shall we put it, “Treatments” and “Palliative Care” for your particular feminine ailments. Are you listless? Do you feel moody? Are you wan and pale? Dr Tentacle knows how to return that ruddy complexion to your cheeks. We invite you to wear a long dress, a corset, and suggest you demurely place the knuckle of your middle finger between your teeth as Tentacle relieves your muscle tension through a combination of suction and subtle, suggestive, penetration. Dr. Tentacle’s visits are usually between 45 to 60 minutes. Your utmost privacy and modesty will be protected as Dr. Tentacle’s tentacles slip under the hems of your long skirt and accomplish their work in complete obscurity. A small, sharp, perhaps loud hiccup, will signal the end of the treatment. Fainting spells have not been unheard of. Please arrange your visits a day in advance.

Naughty Schoolgirl

The proper education of your woman is our primary vocation. ™

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Do you know of a girl who has been a poor student? You provide the outfit, white knickers, plaid skirt and buttoned-down white blouse, and we’ll provide the educator — Tentacle.

Her misbehavior won’t go unnoticed.

If you’re dating or married to a poorly educated girl, a girl who lacks discipline and a firm educational foundation, we encourage you to enroll her in the Tentacle: Master Masseuse & Shibari Inc., LLC, TM, Copyright 2014 & Etc., school of behavior.

The naturally prefer “unwilling” applicants; and can proudly report a nearly perfect success rate in the rehabilitation of girls who have forgotten their place.

Our classrooms focus on the proper etiquette of feminine submission. She will be taught the proper posture and attitude and will learn how to properly receive cock in a variety of positions—missionary, doggystyle, standing, on top or prone. She will be instructed in kneeling, giving head, swallowing (while artfully spilling just a little), and receiving inseminate. Reluctant and recalcitrant students can expect to be disciplined.

Our Dean of Students is the dark and mysterious Tentacle whose office includes manacles, cages, stocks, and disciplinary implements which include hooks, a variety of plugs and dildos, open mouth gags, ball gags and nipple clamps.

Disciplinary sessions can include being put into a cage and made to lick milk from a bowl while on hands and knees; and possibly while being inseminated from behind.*

Please specify whether skim, 2% or whole milk is preferred for your girl. If your girl is lactose intolerant, various substitutes, including your own semen, can be provided.

Other punishments include the stock, where she will be whipped by the black and crimson rope that is our trademark. During these sessions, visiting faculty members may wish to use her while in the stocks, mouth, ass, or pussy. She will be expected to express her gratitude. If she remains recalcitrant, the whippings will continue until her morale improves. Padded manacles from the ceiling may also serve as a delightful means of discipline. These may hold either ankles or wrists. In this position, her feminine writhing will delightfully accompany her whipping. She will be forced to squirt as a sign of acquiescence and submission.

Our favorite disciplinary device is the dildo stand.

This stand is placed in the hallway between classrooms. The offending girl’s underwear will be removed and she will be made to stand, wrists bound at the small of her back, on the dildo stand. She will be displayed. The dildo, at the Dean of Student’s discretion, may impale her ass or vagina. It will be at such a height as to immobilize her, but not so high as to cause discomfort. The dildo will vibrate and may also stimulate via subtle electrical shocks directly applied to her clit. Students and visitors, between classes, are encouraged to use her as they see fit. They may unbutton her blouse to expose her breasts if they wish. If she has been anally impaled, an instructor may wish to relieve his semen in her belly before lowering her skirt for the next instructor. She may also be spanked, paddled and whipped while held immobile by the dildo stand. As in other disciplinary environments, she will be expected to squirt as a sign of her submission and contrition.

The most recalcitrant students will be thrown into a waist high dungeon chamber wherein there is only room for one girl and the mysterious, black, dungeon Tentacle. What happens in the dark, arched chamber is best left to your imagination. The cries, screams and groans that emanate are unobtainable by any other disciplinary method. When a girl is pulled out, sometimes a day or more later, expect her to be naked and glistening with the warm, clear, slippery, web of inseminate. She will be woozy and dripping. Expect her thighs to run and her nipples may also remain distended and puffy for at least a week. She may also involuntarily masturbate at inappropriate times.

We assure you that upon graduation, your student will have been thoroughly educated in the proper behavior, demeanor and posture of a female.

Kama Tentaca Masseusa

All the positions they never told you about. ®

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No one does Yoga like Tentacle.

And, yes, even Tentacles have a soft, indulgent and lovingly solicitous side. This low-impact but indescribably pleasurable package will let you see a side of Tentacle all too often unexplored.

You and Tentacle will travel together, First Class, to the your choice of tropical island resorts. Once there, expect evenings of adoring massages, clitoral stimulation, gentle, attentive penetrations, and lavish orgasms beneath palm tress whilst overlooking the emerald waters of the Pacific, Caribbean or Indian Ocean.

Experience a side of Tentacle you never imagined: Tentadasana, Salamba Tentica, Utthita Pada SirTentica, Utkatentica, Downward Facing Tentacle, Parsca Tentica, Janu Sirtentica. As you learn new poses and techniques, Tentacle’s incomparable flexibility will allow him to guide your arms with two of his, guide your legs with two more of his tentacles, correct your posture with two more, and with the last two gently stimulate your nipples and massage your clitoris while subtle, flickering penetrations leave you starved for the more complete and fulfilling penetration of Yoga’s more advanced positions.

You and Tentacle will receive the five star treatment. White Yoga mats, overlooking crystal clear waters, will be laid out for you. In tropical warmth, you and Tentacle will practice bodily and spiritual advancement, capped with delicious wines, tropical liquors, fruits, vegetables and seafood. You and Tentacle, exquisitely dressed in his finest ensemble, can also avail yourselves of the various tours available to you and Tentacle’s special talents. Go scuba-diving in the sea caves as Tentacle playfully fulfills your fantasies in the tropic’s clear, warm waters.

Snorkel nakedly through reefs, all the while warmly penetrated by a single Tentacle. Let your orgasms come unexpectedly and naturally as you explore the sea’s beauties.

In the evening, dress in your favorite red tube skirt and high heel shoes. Let the endless curls of your golden hair shine. Show off your figure. Be the envy of the evening, then be ravished by Tentacle’s admiration and appreciation in the privacy of your five star hotel room.

Tentacle is ready to be your ideal companion.

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Latest Comments

vanillamomsays:

Heli carnasis??? You are fucking *brilliant*….I don’t have time to read all of this tonight, but will instead savor it in tender nips. Perhaps some larger mouthfuls…we shall see.
For now I will say…again…you are fucking *brilliant*…the whole tale is like something from a delirious dreaming….oh, what fun, there is to ride in a one Tentacle-driven sleigh….

nilla
who wishes she felt better so that she could go work off some of this “heated delirium” that has been caused by reading such things as this before bed….)

A one tentacle drive sleigh? Crap. Why didn’t I think of that?!? Well [clears throat] there’s always time to add more packages. I do hope you will let us know which package you will be preferring, and any options?

Oh my… my, my, my. Boyfriend’s out of town and now I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself. His Christmas gift was a laptop case with a stylized octopus waving it’s tentacles–I must say–rather suggestively. Could he know?… Or perhaps there’s something I don’t know about him.

By all means, you must confront him — preferably when you’re alone with him, whilst wearing high heels and excessively revealing clothing, and certainly out of cell phone range. That’s my sound advice.

P.S. The high heels are an important detail, as you will want to stumble repeatedly as you attempt to flee in terror.

This is wildly erotic, and worthy of a hard-cover edition! This was a commissioned story, folks, and I think that being “commissioned” has set Will loose to write with abandon. Waaay more wonderful and bizarre than I had hoped for. Perhaps more of you other readers could commission Will, and we’ll have a virtual fountain of erotica, nourishing our souls for the entire year ahead.

I would love to read more about this mysterious school of yours, Mr. Crimson. What are the classes? What are the teachers like? Who are the girls? I want to follow a girl through her school day – the naughty and the nice student.

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